Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Rwanda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
X-102,
The Fall,
Wings,
the Germs,
PIL,
Cameo,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.